<GRIN> great thought. I watched the entire clip, and no, he doesn't. It seems he actually enjoys it. He's been going up on the cross "for 31 years" as of the time of filming the clip. He's not a bad looking chap, either, and looks great on his cross.I wonder whether the son does the "Father, forgive them..." line
The prisoners are exhausted and movement on their crosses is now minimal. We are behind schedule as the crosses are fully occupied and the watching crowd begins to dwindle, much to the ire of the crucifixion vendors. The next four condemned ones are stripped and lined up and sadistic spectators taunt and jeer, throw small stones at them, the genitalia being of course the prime targets. "Take down those first ones, crucify these four now they shout."My drawing. The crucified man leans his crotch on the blade of a knife. Before the execution, there was an erection of the penis. The end of the knife almost touches the head of the penis. When the penis descends, its head will touch the blade of the knife.
LOL, very, very nice. Would you be ready for that blade under the scrotum, the eventual cock decapitation, the severance with that sharp blade, much like a guillotine of sorts. The one to the middle might provide you "stiff" competition as he seems the muscular sort. When finally the cocks and balls are off an collected, perhaps a crotch burning with a torch, perhaps add time to the execution as the crowd lustfully watches? Do you have a picture of that scene, LOL?
fucking before crucifixion. I love it.I brought him to his knees. I clamped my left hand firmly around his neck and pushed forward. His bright sweaty body trembled as I started to stick my slippery fingers into his ass. I took more tallow and rubbed my red, swollen cock with it. I pressed the hole. It came in quickly. The convict groaned and writhed. I put my hands on his wet back and fucked steadily. The guys laughed and hit his face. Finally I came into him and pushed him away.
We took a bastard by the shoulders and dragged to the cross prepared beside. It was wonderful to watch him tying by his arms to a horizontal beam and breathing heavily. The whip-marked chest was moving steadily. His torn pants barely covered his spread legs, shrunk in fear balls and a sill small cock. Two of ours held him by the ankles when I picked up the hammer and nails. I looked into his eyes: fear of pain, death. Big eyes of a powerless kid. I spat in his face and put the blade to his wrist. I swung and dug an iron into the flesh.
A excruciating, prolonged scream came from the young throat. Waves of spasms ran after him every time I hit. You could hear broken bones rubbing against metal. I stood up and did the same with the other shoulder. The boy lay down pierced with iron - blood was leaking slightly from under trembling hands. We took off the ropes and lifted his legs. My sperm dripped from his ass. I took a greased thick stake. He realized what was happening when I began to push rough wood into his anus. He wanted to kick, but two of ours held tight - he only nervously fingered and banged his head on the beam moaning and crying. A few movements of the hammer and a hard stake filled his gut.
We pulled the ropes and slowly raised him. The weight of the body finished my work - he dropped to shoulder tension, poking even deeper. Now only his legs were free. He clung to them, trying to rise. The soldier wiped his feet and calves with a wet rag. He opened the knees of the boy as much as he could, while two others bent them and put his ankles sideways to the vertical beam, almost joining his heels. I recommended not fastening at the same height, because nails may meet. I licked the place. We always do this - fortunately, not to hit the artery. I put the blade on, swung the hammer ... Metal went into the solid bone. Wheezing and swearing above indicated that everything was going well. Now a second foot. A few hits and the boy flies! Now I could enjoy the view of a young, smooth, sweaty body.
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I come from Poland could You send me it on priv?I wrote some nice stories, but they all are in Polish. I will post them when I finish translating.
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I looked it up. Good job!!Jack, Try looking at the topic Male Crucifixion To Castrate Or Not? on page 4, there's something like that.
My drawing. The crucified man leans his crotch on the blade of a knife. Before the execution, there was an erection of the penis. The end of the knife almost touches the head of the penis. When the penis descends, its head will touch the blade of the knife.
These disturbingly knickers!I brought him to his knees. I clamped my left hand firmly around his neck and pushed forward. His bright sweaty body trembled as I started to stick my slippery fingers into his ass. I took more tallow and rubbed my red, swollen cock with it. I pressed the hole. It came in quickly. The convict groaned and writhed. I put my hands on his wet back and fucked steadily. The guys laughed and hit his face. Finally I came into him and pushed him away.
We took a bastard by the shoulders and dragged to the cross prepared beside. It was wonderful to watch him tying by his arms to a horizontal beam and breathing heavily. The whip-marked chest was moving steadily. His torn pants barely covered his spread legs, shrunk in fear balls and a sill small cock. Two of ours held him by the ankles when I picked up the hammer and nails. I looked into his eyes: fear of pain, death. Big eyes of a powerless kid. I spat in his face and put the blade to his wrist. I swung and dug an iron into the flesh.
A excruciating, prolonged scream came from the young throat. Waves of spasms ran after him every time I hit. You could hear broken bones rubbing against metal. I stood up and did the same with the other shoulder. The boy lay down pierced with iron - blood was leaking slightly from under trembling hands. We took off the ropes and lifted his legs. My sperm dripped from his ass. I took a greased thick stake. He realized what was happening when I began to push rough wood into his anus. He wanted to kick, but two of ours held tight - he only nervously fingered and banged his head on the beam moaning and crying. A few movements of the hammer and a hard stake filled his gut.
We pulled the ropes and slowly raised him. The weight of the body finished my work - he dropped to shoulder tension, poking even deeper. Now only his legs were free. He clung to them, trying to rise. The soldier wiped his feet and calves with a wet rag. He opened the knees of the boy as much as he could, while two others bent them and put his ankles sideways to the vertical beam, almost joining his heels. I recommended not fastening at the same height, because nails may meet. I licked the place. We always do this - fortunately, not to hit the artery. I put the blade on, swung the hammer ... Metal went into the solid bone. Wheezing and swearing above indicated that everything was going well. Now a second foot. A few hits and the boy flies! Now I could enjoy the view of a young, smooth, sweaty body.
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